The sound of the wind cutting through the treetops was the only noise that filled the heavy silence in the clearing. The residual energy from the confrontation still vibrated in the air, but the bodies were motionless. No weapons raised, no spells lurking. Only the soft sound of Elyssar's murmur, lost in a whirlwind of memories.
Her golden eyes were distant, staring into the void as if they were stuck on a point in the past — not there, not now. Her upright posture, imposing by nature, had given way to an almost melancholic stiffness. Like a cracked statue still trying to remain whole.
"She trained my master... how did I never know this before?"
"Scathach... why didn't you ever tell me...?"
"Was everything manipulated from the beginning?"
The words came out low, disconnected. A loop of murmurs, like an ancient spell she recited unconsciously, trying to piece together the fragments of what she had just discovered.
